I fell in love with his tragedy the way summer comes

The retreat of the sun only breeding vulnerability

coercing me, importuning me,

to surmise my sole worth in this wretched world was to be enough for him

Unstitching myself time after time in efforts to satisfy his unsatisfiable yearn

for anything

for anyone

who would be reckless enough to try and mend his trauma

And so after this realization I grew flowers from what he had soiled within me

Losing him had become the finding of myself

A year's worth of the lack of self love

self control

and self respect

now serves as a grave for who I once was 

and the mother land of who I am now